CHAPTER XIX.
JULIAN'S DEPARTURE.
LONG before the general got home, still in exalted dudgeon (indeed soon after the general had left home over night), the bird had flown; for the better part of valour suggested to our evil hero, that it would be discreet to render himself a scarce commodity for a season; and as soon as ever his mother had run up to his room-door to tell him of his danger, when her lord was cross-questioning the butler, he resolved upon instant flight.

Accordingly, though sore and stiff, he hurried up, dressed again, watched his father out, and tumbling over Mrs.Tracy, who was sobbing on the stairs, ran for one moment to the general's room; there he seized a well-remembered cash-box, and instinctively possessed himself of those new, neat, double-barrelled pistols: a bully never goes unarmed.

These brief arrangements made, off he set, before his father could have time to return from Pacton Square.
Therefore, when the general called, we need not marvel that he found him not; no one but the foolish mother (so neglected of her son, yet still excusing him) stood by to meet his wrath.

He would not waste it on her; so long as Julian was gone, his errand seemed accomplished; for all he came to do was to expel him from the house.

So, as far as regarded Mrs.
Tracy, her husband, wotting well how much she was to blame, merely commanded her to change her sleeping-room, and occupy Mr.Julian's in future.
The silly woman was even glad to do it; and comforted herself from time to time with prying into her own boy's exemplary manuscripts, memoranda of moralities, and so forth; with weeping, like Lady Constance, over his empty "unpuffed" clothes; with reading ever and anon his choice collection of standard works, among which '_Don Juan_' and Mr.Thomas Paine were by far the most presentable; and with tasting, till it grew to be a habit, his private store of spirituous liquors.